Of Fey Fortunes
Twenty Fifth Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
Ser Dregaire is, as you had expected, unsurprised by the revelation of your identity, though he is both surprised and intrigued to be carried to the distant lands of Draconys, the hot breath of Valyrian's furnace upon the wind. Eyes fixed upon the crimson glow in the distance, the fey knight asks with something that might be awe or pity in his voice, "Mortal men choose to live here with so much of the world open to them? Do they not know what lies beyond?"
"They know. There have been those who dwelt in even more perilous places," you assure him, thinking of the Old Blood in their caverns. "By their courage and diligence, Ser, these lands can be made a credit to the realm, and its people stand against all the perils that linger just out of sight."
So it is that as the sun is birthed red as blood from the smoke and cinder of Valyria's tomb that your newest bannerman swears his oaths upon the land that shall be his to keep and to guard. A moment later he mounts his new
steed, part horse, part eagle, part horned guardian, his coat the green of cypress trees, and begins to survey the nearby crags for the best place to set down a keep. Not quite the kind of knighthood the Court of Stars is anticipating, but certainly one nearer to your heart.
It seems to you that somewhere far to the west you can hear the rage of the Lord of the Crimson Court, quickly lost to the shifting wind.
***
By the time you return to Ashford, meeting the others in the common room of the same tavern you had first met Ser Dregaire, the feast is well done. Ser Richard has a pouch of heavy marks added into one of his arcane pockets courtesy of an effusive Ser Owen and Rina looks... not happier precisely, but more at ease than you have ever seen her. She is clearly still worried about what the fey pact means for Lord Ashford, what else he might swear away, either in ignorance or from a perceived lack of alternatives, but there seems to be less distance between her and the rest of the patrons as she eats her breakfast of goat's milk, flat cakes, and the local honey, chatting with Dany as she does so.
"Do you know Lord Ashford asked Rina to marry him?" Dany asks with a sly smile, making Rina throw her a faintly exasperated look.
"It was a jest, he was being just dramatic," she assures you.
"He played it off as a joke when he saw the look on your face," your sister counters. "In any case you shouldn't accept the first marriage proposal you hear."
"That was not the first proposal I received," Rina says, a bit of her cheer fading to melancholy.
"Oh..." Dany sighs, recalling how Rina had gotten into the Silent Sisters. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it was fun," your friend replies. "Either way, I'm not that girl anymore. I've more to live and fight for that she ever did."
You feel a smile creep unbidden upon your face, for all the worries this trip has brought to the fore, you are glad to have made it for much more than the knowledge it earned you.
***
"Just how serious was Lord Ashford?" you ask Dany later as you begin to shuffle through the reports from the House of Mirrors. They are written on paper rather than parchment, you are glad to see.
"About two tenths serious. He would have asked her who she is if she had said yes, for one thing," Dany giggles. "I don't think she would have or really could have said yes. Rina has seen too much and knows too much to slip back into the mold she was raised into, for all she may now recall that once-yearning fondly. She is becoming..." your sister trails off with uncharacteristic hesitation. "Fey, I think, winter fey such as there have not been in ages of the world."
"That is a good thing surely," you answer, a touch confused at her tone. "Winter should not be the death of all things but one more part of the turning of years."
"Oh it is, and I certainly don't mind the company of fey, not even Glyra when she's being annoying," her smile is fleeting. "It's just the idea of someone
becoming fey that sits ill with me. Is she just going to wake up one day and find herself bound to the same strictures as the Orphne or Moonsong? Will she just think that is normal and good because some fate dictated a transmutation of her very soul?"
You consider her words for a long moment before replying, "You could say the same about us too, you know? We are not wholly as we were born, mortals under the sun, not in what we have seen nor in what we have chosen to become. Rina's magic, as much as ours, is an expression of her will."
Dany curses sharply in Abyssal. "I was doing the same thing that frustrates me the most when other people do it to me."
"No, you were being worried for a friend, and now you see that the worry is not needed," you assure her.
The report does not make as grim a reading as you have feared. In addition to the Houses Lord Ashford named, House Ball, House Blackbar, and House Meadows had been approached by the Court of Stars' agents, all refusing the pact with various degrees of vehemence. In fact you suspect that might be the cause of young Lord Meadows' hostility to magic. By contrast, Lord Orton Merryweather and Lord Martyn Mullendore are currently in talks with agents of the Court of Stars.
Lord Humfrey Hewett of Oakshield makes something of a particular case since he was offered the deal with the Court of Stars by Garth the Green himself in the company of the new lord of Greyshield, but both of them served as poor envoys of the Court, privately counseling the lord not to take the bargain unless Deep Ones raids grew impossible to resist. The only other Houses you have found to have embraced the bargain of the Court of Stars are House Peake, the minor House Ruxton, and perhaps unsurprisingly House Osgrey of Coldmoat, whose lord is said to be attempting to court a nymph.
Now to see what those you have gathered for the task think of the doings of the Court of Stars.
How do you introduce the council of strategy, what questions do you ask?
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OOC: Hopefully this isn't too scattered, I wanted to give some space to how Rina is doing and Dany's worries but also move things along. Not yet edited.